I Dont Remember....A Story by Emily MichaelThis was written in 2010... i dont remember writing it though....
I knew I loved him the moment he walked through the restaurant doors. He
looked as if he had been sent straight from Heaven. He had golden-brown
hair, a muscular body, ideal full lips, and elegant silver eyes. He was
around 5 foot 10. That was taller than me, but not by too much. My eyes
locked with his and neither of us dropped the gaze.
I wished this moment could’ve lasted forever. However, it ended when his eyes shifted apprehensively downward. He walked over and took a seat. I saw my stepmother, Terri, walking towards him. I had to get over there and talk to him somehow. I just didn’t know what I was going to say… I jumped out of my seat and grabbed a menu. “It’s okay Terri, I’ll get this one.” While I was walking over toward his table our eyes never left the others. After I was in front of him I smiled and said, “Hi, Welcome to Bill’s BBQ & Steak House. My name is Aly and I will be your server today. Can I start you off with something to drink?” His lips slowly twitched into a half-smile, “No thank you Aly, however, I would like to take a beautiful girl like yourself to my school dance tonight.” “But, I don’t even know you.” “Well, let’s fix that problem right now. My name is Keith, my birthday is June 8th 1994, I’ve lived in London all my life, I moved to Los Angels a month ago, my favorite color is red, I like the night more than the day, and I’d love it if you’d say yes to my date.” I laughed a little and replied, “I don’t know” As I walked away. “So are you going to give me an answer?” I looked back, “yes. I’ll go with you.” CHAPTER 2 “Keith? Keith where are you? This isn’t funny!” I tried to find my way out of this horrendous place. “Keith! I am not kidding around! I want to leave! Now!” I walked around a corner and froze. Right in front of me was a person with bright silver eyes glowing in the moonlight and razor sharp fangs. It looked like Keith. The person launched themselves at me and bit into my neck. The pain was excruciating it felt like someone was lighting me on fire. Before I could get away the person got on top of me an- I awoke then in a sweat, I was trying hard to catch my breath. That dream had felt so real… My neck was throbbing in pain. I couldn’t go back to sleep. I was traumatized that my dream wouldn’t go away if I slept. I rolled out of my bed, turned on my light and curled up with a good book. Before I knew it, it was time for my date with Keith. I was shaking as I walked downstairs into the family room. “Dear God, Alyson. I don’t think you’re my baby girl anymore. You’re all grown up.” My dad said with tears in his eyes. “Daddy, I’ll always be you’re baby girl. I’ll just be you’re baby girl who’s ready to have a life of her own.” I smiled and gave him a huge hug. Terri cut in, “Alyson Michelle Nixon, your shoes do not go with your dress. Borrow my heels.” Her heels were indigo stilettos with a 5 Karat diamond in the hearts at the end of the heel ankle straps. They matched perfectly with my outfit. I was wearing a royal blue dress with purple sparkles, I had a neon purple heart pin in my hair, my necklace was a silver heart locket, and now I was wearing Terri’s stilettos. When Keith showed up at my door, I couldn’t process any words to describe him but flawless. He wore a royal blue dress shirt with a baby blue tie around his collar, nice black slacks, black dress shoes, he had his hair combed back into place, and he had a nice black jacket over his shirt. He had his left hand behind his back. However his right hand exposed a purple flowered wrist-let. He nervously looked down at his feet and slowly removed his hand from behind his back. His hand was tightly embracing a bouquet of a dozen red roses. © 2012 Emily MichaelAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on December 18, 2012 Last Updated on December 18, 2012 AuthorEmily MichaelSt. Charles, MOAbouti'm weird and crazy but when it comes to writing i get drawn into what i write and that's all i can think about. i've loved to write ever since i was four when i wrote my first song. more..Writing
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